Gochuumon wa Usagi desu Ka? — safe European home

Cocoa is going to high school in a strange town, living with a host family that runs a coffee shop called Rabbit House. It’s in the coffee shop she meets her ideal little sister:

Gochuumon wa Usagi desu Ka: Chino in a coffee cup

Gochuumon wa Usagi desu KaIs the Order a Rabbit in good English — is what I call a slice of moe show. Cute girls doing cute things, with no real plot to speak of. Instead the focus is on how the characters interact with each other as they go about their daily lives. The appeal of this sort of show is twofold. First, there’s the ersatz emotional labour of seeing those characters going about their lives. (It’s not a coincidence most such shows feature high school girls.) You get to the comfort and togetherness of a close group of friends without having to do the labour for it. Second, it’s relaxing. In an uncertain, anxiety riddled world the slow tempo and predictable nature of these shows is comforting. Obviously there can be a sexual element to this, but the real appeal is cuteness. The same thrill as watching a nest of kittens play with each other, to put it bluntly. At its worst, this can be pandering crap, but at its best it offers a catharsis unlike any other genre.

Gochuumon wa Usagi desu Ka: choco box town

Where Gochuumon wa Usagi desu Ka is that it does not revolve around school or a school club. School is a natural setting for a slice of moe series, as it makes it easy to throw a bunch of characters together. High school in Japan is also supposedly the last time that you have some degree of freedom, before the maelstrom of study and work swallows you up. Having a high school setting therefore evokes a powerful nostalgia in an adult audience. But Gochuumon wa Usagi desu Ka eschews this familiarity, opting for a different sort of nostalgia. The town in which the series takes place looks like it belongs somewhere in Mittel Europe, picturesque and gorgeous, if a bit chocolate boxy. From the very first shot it’s a large part of the appeal of the series. These long, wordless establishing shots not only sell the beauty of the setting, but also slows down the pace of its narrative.

Gochuumon wa Usagi desu Ka: Rize, Chino (and Tippy), Syaro, Chiya and Cocoa

The interiors too have that old worldy charm, especially Rabbit House, where the main characters work and live. Rize is the eldest, a cool beauty who lacks a bit of common sense and a military otaku. Chino is the ideal little sister if she would just allow Cocoa to claim her as such, but a bit emotionally distant. Syaro and Chiya are childhood friends, the latter works at a Japanese dessert shop and is a bit of a troll, while the former looks like a rich ojo-sama but is actually poor. Cocoa finally is an airhead, over enthusiastic but with a heart of gold. There are also the two middle school friends of Chino to round out the cast, who delight in playing up Cocoa’s elder sister complex and tease Chino. All of these are fairly recognisable archetypes for a slice of moe anime and any character growth is slow and subtle. But they play well of each other. Syaro and Chiya bicker like old friends do, but when Syaro is with Rize, she turns into a blushing mess thanks to her crush. Chiya and Cocoa meanwhile get along very well too, sharing a similar sort of humour.

Gochuumon wa Usagi desu Ka: Chino does not want to call Cocoa her onee-chan

But the heart of the series lies in the slow evolution of Cocoa and Chino’s relationship. Cocoa desperately wants to be a good big sister to Chino and Chino is just as adamant in her refusal to call her that. Nevertheless they do grow closer and Chino does grow fonder of her strange new friend. When I first watched this series in 2015 I found this all a little superficial, but rewatching it I can enjoy the subtleties. It was thanks to HolyAjora’s tweets that I fancied a rewatch. If you want a more indepth look at this series, you could do worse than read that thread and its season 2 follow up.

Movie log June

Thought it might be interesting to keep track of what I’ve been watching recently. Might have been inspired by Ian Sales.

The Matrix.
Twenty years on and with both the Wachowskis having come out in the meantime, it’s hard not to notice the trans subtext in this movie where Keanu Reeves discovers he is not who he thinks he is. Being ‘redpilled’ may have become a fascist meme, but the original is blatantly queer in intent. Been given the choice to either lead a ‘straight life’ or risk being murdered, how much more blatant can you get. Neo and Trinity murdering dozens of police and soldiers and nobody bats an eyelid; an insurrection against the entire late capitalist world, led by a Black man; Agent Smith explaining that this world is the best humanity can imagine… For a Hollywood action movie it sure is incendiary.

Welt am Draht.
Now imagine The Matrix, but made as a two part movie for the West-German television, in 1973 and directed by Rainer Werner Fassbinder. All seventies lushness, focusing on psychology rather than action, but with the same obsession of this world not being real. This time however the protagonist is in charge of the simulated world, rather than a victim of it. Fortyseven years on you can probably guess the plot twists, but that did not make it any less interesting.

Die große Ekstase des Bildschnitzers Steiner.
Staying in Germany, this is an early Werner Herzog documentary for West-German television. It follows Walter Steiner, champion ski-jumper, during the 1973/74 season. Slow and calm, leaving plenty of room for Steiner to talk, this was an ideal Sunday morning movie. Herzog is not shy to put himself in front of the camera, to explain the difficulties and technicalities of making this documentary.

How Much Wood Would a Woodchuck Chuck: Beobachtungen zu einer neuen Sprache.
Herzog again, documenting the World Livestock Auctioneer Championship in Pennsylvania. At one point late in the programme, he confesses being frightened of this language created out of commerce. This may the most seventies observation ever. This is the sort of judgementality I can get behind. Nevertheless, Herzog leaves the auctioneers their dignity, observes but doesn’t challenge.

Magical Mystery Tour.
The Beatles made some pretentious shite, didn’t they? A Sunday afternoon movie for a time when there were only two channels and the other side had sheep herding. But it does feature the Bonzo Dog Band doing Death Cab for Cutie while sharing the stage with a stripper.

The Godfathers of Hardcore.
A portrait of Roger Miret and Vinnie Stigma of Agnostic Front. Hardcore pioneers turned almost respectable and middle aged. If you know the band this is a good movie, otherwise it’s a standard band documentary.

Flowers of Taipei: Taiwan New Cinema
Has an interesting setup, spiraling in on to its subject. It moves from movie critics and makers in Europe — Paris and Rotterdam, moving to Buenos Aires, Tokyo, Hong Kong and mainland China, then finally Taiwan itself. As I watched this, I found myself fascinated with the light both in the movie extracts and the documentary pieces. All very soft, very mellow. It suffers a bit from assuming that you already have some notion of Taiwan cinema of the eighties and the directors mentioned, with Wikipedia being no help. But it succeeds in making want to see these movies, which is what matters most.

Pick It Up! – Ska in the ’90s.
Third wave ska is mostly a joke now, yet ever since Smash Mouth has become semirespectable to like again, a revival can’t be far away. This docu provides a broad overview of the birth of ska, how it got to the US by the way of 2-Tone in the UK and how it got massive almost by accident. I’ve always liked ska, but not listened much to this flavour of it. Maybe I should.

Se ying diu sau.
Jackie Chan is a walking punching bag for a mediocre kung-fu school. One day he rescues an old man from a rival school and he turns out to be the last surviving teacher of the Snake Fist, being hunted by the Eagle Claw school. The old man teaches Jackie his fighting style and he improves upon it after being inspired by his cat. A plot largely there only to string the fight scenes along, all very entertaining and occassionally even funny. Jackie Chan pulls a lot of good painful faces and the fighting is fun.

She he ba bu.
A supposedly more serious Jackie Chan movie, in which he is the owner of an important kung fu manual every school wants their hands on. Searching for the man who attacked his master, he keeps getting into fights with people who want the book. Again, plot is there just to facilitate the fight scenes, but more so. Lacking the humour of the other film and with some choice bits of sexism on Chan’s part, this comes less recommended.

Long men kezhan.
A 1967 Taiwanese historical kung fu movie. Evil eunuchs plot to kill the children of an executed minister at an inn at the border. But the guests of the inn have other ideas. This has 0much more stylised ways of fighting than in the two Jackie Chan movies, with the emphasis on sword fighting rather than hand to hand combat. The atmosphere in this is great, as the various parties size each other up while everybody pretends everything is still normal. A lot of enemies recognising the talent in each other and being reluctant to fight therefore, always a favourite.

Ding dong the witch is dead

The best thing I saw when I checked Twitter this morning:

Graham -glinner- Linehan suspended from Twitter

We’ve talked about Graham Linehan before. An Irish “comedy” writer who got famous for coasting off the talents of other people on Father Ted, he took criticism to a shitty transphobic joke on The IT Crowd so badly he became a transphobe 24/7. I used to follow him when I first got on Twitter, like I followed a lot of other UK comedy people, but over time his feed became more and more hateful. Just full on hatred for trans people, attempting to sic his followers on anybody who disagreed with him and whinging on how his celebrity friends were deserting him for telling the truth. He lost his friends, his family, his wife and arguably his sanity, but it wasn’t enough to stop his obsession with other people’s genitals. Ultimately he started accusing people of being ‘groomers’ for just talking about trans people. Which was the final straw for Twitter.

A hilarious epilogue followed, as Glinner went crying to Mumsnet, his erstwhile allies in the battle against trans people, only to have the posters there respond like this:

Glinner gets no sympathy on mumsnet

Sorry, who are you and why should I care that you’ve been banned from Twitter? You seem to be a man by the looks of it so why are you posting in the feminism forum? This is a female space.

Never was somebody hoisted on his own petard so beautifully. Thanks, another man. Mumsnet doesn’t need you anymore. On a more serious note, Glinner gone means a huge source of harassment against trans people and their defenders is now gone. There isn’t really anybody with the same sort of reach and audience as him. It once again shows how important no platforming is as a strategy to fight against bigots and nazis.

“Get over it and go pee”

Alison Bechdel already knew the score in 1995:

Dykes to Watch Out For comic from 1995 on transphobia

The titular Dykes to Watch Out Fo are walking out of a bad movie, when Jillian has to pee. Mo, who has to do the same, doesn’t want to enter the loo because Jillian, though cool, is a trans woman. Lois tells her off, saying she’s not going to wait around all night just because Mo has a transphobia attack. So Mo enters the toilets, only to be challenged by a woman on whether she is in the right bathroom. (Mo looks rather butch after all.) Jillian defends her, telling the stranger to take a closer look. After this, Mo thanks Jillian and says she would do the same for her. This is however no longer necessary now her “nobody knows I’m a transsexual” t-shirt has worn out.

So there you have it, the absurdity of the bathroom panic laid bare in a twentyfive year old comic. Trans women are no danger, the idea that you can tell who is and is not a woman at a glance is deeply homophobic and barring people from pissing in the toilets they feel most comfortable in is ludicrous.

Remember Ed Milliband?

Remember how when he was Labour leader, during the 2015 election, he was treated as basically illegitamite for wanting to take power? How he, a Jewish man, was made endless fun off for eating a bacon sarnie a bit awkwardly? And that his father was accused of being a foreign agitator?

Speaking of Ed Milliband, curiously how antisemitism in the Labour party stopped being an issue the day Starmer was elected as leader, eh?

Daily Telegraph headline: Man who broke the Bank of England backing secret plot to thwart Brexit

That same rightwing press, having had oodles of fun with that picture of Ed eating that sarnie, suddenly found itself Very Concerned about antisemitism in the Labour Party, didn’t they? The Blackshirt supporting Daily Mail, the notoriously antimigrant Sun, the Spectator, praising the Wehrmach one issue and Greek neonazis the next, the Daily Telegraph busy using Soros conspiracy theories straight out of the Protocols of the Elders as headlines, all suddenly Very Concerned about this issue. And all very, very confident that it’s the fault of one lifelong antiracist activist and not something that’s a structural problem in UK society also manifesting itself in Labour. Of course they were the most convinced that this issue was an isolated case and we need not worry about its equivalent in the Tories, or warnings from inside of the party itself that islamophobia is rampant in it.

Antisemitism in the party is of course something Labour, as a leftwing party needs to get its house in order on. Just as it needs to do with the lingering strains of antiblackness, transphobia and islamphobia also present in it..

Labour 2005 election poster showing Oliver Letwin and Michael Howard as flying pigs

But when you have Alistair Campbell, notorious for using antisemitic election posters against Michael Howard as your spokesperson on driving out antisemitism in the party, when you have his mates sabotaging efforts to get Ken Livingstone ejected for his antisemitism, you wonder how much of the anxiety about it last year was genuine. Especially when you have the oldest Jewish newspaper in the world about to to cease publication because of the policies of its hardline rightwing editor, as he used it as a vehicle to slander Labour and other leftwing activists. The Jewish Chronicle, published since 1841, destroyed to get the Tories re-elected.

That whole deluge of mostly false or half true accussations, that unprecedent weaponisation of antisemitism concerns, is perhaps the most cynical part of the whole campaign to keep Corbyn out of number ten. It and everything around is why, suddenly, as Flying Rodent put it:

the public organically decided they wanted a highly exotic and destructive trade/political restructure and they also decided – all by themselves – that the leader of the opposition hated white people and Britain.

You’re hard pressed to find anything about that in Labour Together’s election review. All of that just spontaneously materialised and nobody in the press has to ask themselves any awkward questions.

And yet: remember Ed Milliband?